She's the Man !

Time : 02:37 IST
1300 hrs in LA.
She stands outside the BRITISH consulate and looks heavenwards. She has just realised that that the POMS dont entertain transit VISA requests in person and the only way to get one is through post.And that too takes 15 working days(and they call Us bureaucratic). She talks to me in a bit of disgust, not because of her present state of disarray, but because I am speaking a little softly(you ought to do it at 2 in the night u see...one has got family that normally sleeps at this time). And i say" Dont worry dear it will be alright", and she smiles ,albeit dry but she still has the courage to smile.

I never thought I would be making a public admiration of her qualities in this way but cannot help it. You have got to give to her. Still going strong and blowing strong.

For those who donot know here's the summary of her ordeal with UMMREEKA. On the very moment she landed foot in phoenix, in Uncle SAM's land her hand baggage got stolen. It had each and every piece of paper , the snobbish upperclass refers to as Documents. Be it marksheets,certificates,currency, Passport, immigration or VISA, she lost it all. Still she stood strong, a little big lady 22 yrs old , she kept her nerve. Then the usual drill of police station-embassy-consulate followed, to no avail. And if you people thought that the American cops are super smart and quick, You are WRONG !! They follow every bollywood movie very closely i guess as all they said was"Cant help it"

She moved on. There was some triumph though, she got a duplicate passport issued.(although it took time but Indians were the only people who issued her some kinda certificate). The Uneversity too The ASU did their bit. Then everybody else on the campus landed up with campus jobs that paid. Hers didnt. She aint got no VISA u see. All requests and pleas met with no answers but pleasantly wrapped NOs. She still worked for no pay.

She had to make a decision MEXICO or INDIA. Where she needed to go to get her VISA reissued. Mexico was the cheaper option but too huge a risk to take alone. Too many formalities and too little assurance. She decided to wait till the term end and booked a flight to her homeland where she can come relax and most importantly get her VISA done.
Late nights, arduos assignments, nerve wrecking sessions, blood sucking seminars, all done and over with. She puffed a sigh of relief, maybe she had jumped the gun.

The story had a little twist in the tale. She wasnt allowed to board the flight to INDIA from LA(which is far far away from arizona), as she did not have a transit VISA for UK nor a US visa, u see the flight had to halt at London airport so she needed to have either of the two. STUCK is the word.
Again pleading and requesting time.
"Can i get another flight via some other country?"- sorry ma'am Virgin atlantic flies only via the UK.
"Can i get some other airline atleast?"- Sorry ma'm but your ticket is valid for VA only
"AirIndia can help atleast i guess?"- Ahh sorry again ma'm AI does not fly from LA anymore.
They made her ticket into an open ticket atleast. And i thank them for that.
Now she is in LA. Has two options. 1. apply for a british transit VISA via an agent(if the agent thinks the documents are sufficient ie.(cost 150US$)
2. Get her ticket cancelled(if that is possible, cost 200 US$) and get another ticket via some third world country like us that create no fuss about BLOODY transit VISAs.

She still has the courage.
She still has the guts to fight it out.
She still has the smile.
She has it all.
P.S. its ironical that terrorists, can enter our country when they want, how they want, and our own innocent citizens have to go through such hell due to an unfortunate incident.aint it.
DUZNT THE PASSPORT COUNT FOR ANYTHING??
AN INDIAN CANT GET BACK WITHOUT BEING .....ahh leave it i aint getting emotional.
I know for a fact that she will be here. Soon and she will still carry that smile...oh sorry Giggle with her.
Keep going dear I am with you. And so is GOD.
Hell yeah! You are the MAN.
And dats the bottomline cuz the great one said so.

Good old days....

It's been 5 days since returned from bundi..my hometown....and the feeling just hasnt sunk in. I refuse to believe that i am back here and have to make decisions that will; in some manner or the other; shape my career. I'm missing the huge Chaubara, where i once used to fight for the spot right in front of the cooler; the humongous Darikhana, where the sounds of the plastic ball bouncing all day, can still be heard. The Paranda(place where matkas are kept), where i once slammed the brass lutiya straight into Bhuvan's (my uncle 2 yrs elder to me) forehead. The terrace still beckons me, for i used to play there for hours the only breaks being for lunch and tea..literally(well test cricket u see). As i think of it now...we really were freaks..saurabh bhaiya and me.....little 10-12 year olds playing bare feet in the searing heat of the summers in temperatures that once got to 50 degrees(Its true..its true). And then all the flak followed as i fell ill(was bound to happen..playing in high temperatures) Still cant figure out why it was always me of all the kids who fell to the viral trap of the Loo(the wind).

Another major YAAD of the town is its small li'l Galiyaan...full of trash . Where to get ahead u need to get every single human out of the way.(:P) And when u honk the horn at sumone instead of giving u the desired side..the person will turn around and look at u in dismay , probably saying..'who me??....u want me to get out of way??..really???"...well thats a sight in itself mind u...and adds to the various heritage sights the town has got.






This time me, saurabh bhaiya(my bua's son, my idol) sneha(his sister) and iti, were back again after what....7 long years. We had five full days(duznt seem much but we've grown up u see)....no more garmi ki chhuttiyaan stuff. It was a sense of deja-vu....remembering the good old days.




Saurabh bhaiya reminisced of our last holiday 7 yrs ago..of how the local league preponed its final so that both of us cud play in it. after all the side had reached the finals just coz of US. And how pathetically funny it was that two of us..in our mid teens...were bowling in the finals sharing a pair of slippers!!(he used it while bowling as i stood at slip and vice versa)..fact was we had a train to catch at 1730 and it was 1600 already...so we just bowled our speell and went off.

If that wasnt enough try thinking two young lads playing on the terrace full blooded 30 overs one day internationals....(each one represented a team....full 30 overs and 11 men)..whats more we even imitated the styles of cricketers we were portraying....like the high backlft of aamir sohail or the clasped hands of javagal srinath.....havnt seen such cricket crazy kids in the current generations.

Then there was the Mishri mawa......we used to love it...it is a sweet u wud be familiar with if u belong to some rural folklore. Its made up of milk and is like fresh milk cake..white in colour. In old times it was a must for us daily...whatever money we got 25 p or 50 p( dont be too surprised we got enuf of it in that amount for both of us to suffice). Everytime i pass by a sweet shop in bundi it reminds me of those days.

This time there was a difference though. Bhaiya wasnt available after 11 in the night and before 8 in the morning. Reason??? anyone??? coz this time bhabhi was around. On her first trip of Bundi. Bhaiya got married this year in february....that i did not get to attend his marriage is one of my life's biggest tragedies...that amounts to another post though. So this was an uncanny feeling but i had grown up too...so dint hurt much.

then there is NUNU..my cousin(sneha)...we share the chemistries of all the laboratories of the world combined...she's a sweetheart and i love her so soo much.....this time we chatted to the fullest.....from whatever time we started to whatever time we slept in night..we were together...all the time...oh i so miss her.
Then there is the omnipresecnt Motusingh(iti)...she is always there..smiling...frowning..taunting...loving...understanding....caring..what not doing....she's my kid. no more adjectives please..i m her brother afterall.


this time though the cricket dint happen daily...though we managed to play on one of the evenings..it was bhai dooj and sonu and sintu had also arrived from kota(these two are also my father's cousins..my uncles and childhood friends).....all 4 of us played and loved it..it wasnt fancy 30 over games..just 3 sets of 3 overs a man...but the satisfaction was gigantic.
More so because i won 2 out of the 3 sets....got all them out at least once..there wer trademark drives from sintu...some frustrated heaves from sonu.....typical eye soothing defence and attack from bhaiya....and flair and power as usual from urs truly.
i even got 3-4 dismissals caught behind or in the slip cordon...Majaa aa gaya!!!


But as all good things must come to an end..diwali ended....with that ended 7 days of vacations that bhaiya and bhabhi had eked out.....Pa had to report back to work...so we parted. Bua and family left for ahmedabad and we for jaipur the same day.
Back in jaipur it was back to the usual questions..how to go about for CAT??? 15 days left.....To join or not to join INFOSYS? 24 nov beckons......what to do what not to? other exams..interview centres...ACCENTURE....alternative carrers..and what not....



When I left bundi..it hurt..not that it duznt at other times..but this time it was different...and it hurt more...cuz nobody cried...afterall We had grown up.

ROCK ONN.....DADA

"Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamarey dil mein hai, dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qatil mein hai" This is what sums up DADA...a rebel. Yes a rebel he was who lived by the sword and perished by it too.
First of all let me make it clear that i was never an ardent Ganguly fan; and always belonged to the Dravid clan(media persons.... breaking news); but thats the greatness of the man, The pedigree to draw praise even from his critiques.
Defiance thy name is Sourav Ganguly. This 19 year old first came onto scene when he defied all notions and refused to carry drinks during his first ODI series(1991-92 Australia tour of India). He was not to be seen for the next 4 years until he defied all odds and struck a magnificient 130 against England at lord's on debut.(Rahul Dravid made 95 then playing the best man..as always) Although he was never seen as a test match great that moment redefined the definition of India and laid foundation of The Great Indian Middle Order.



His real test came when this young lad with pencil mustache was thrust into the captaincy role following the match fixing saga in 2000. Everybody thought that he wasn't ready and shudn't even be in the reckoning, but he defied the inevitable; again; to lead a young Indian side into the finals of the ICC Knockout cup 2000.
At that time he was the best ODI batsmen in the business and most times outscored his opening partner Sachin Tendulkar.
Under him India won some and lost some but what India learnt under him was to look into the eyes of the world and say" I wont lie down for the count; beat me if u can".
The most telling tale of his bravado was when Australia toured India in 2001, what was deemed as Final Frontier by the Australian media. But dada was up to it, he challenged the aussies at their own game. "Trash talkin", "Sledging" or "Mental Disintegration" as Steve Waugh called it. This is how he welcomed the No.1 test team with 15 consecutive test wins under their belt; "Australians may be the no.1 test team but they havent won here, last time they toured in 98' they lost, before that too in 96' they lost". And by his own admission this got onto Steve Waugh's nerves, then and there. To stomp onto a Lion's bare foot and stand your own ground is no mean feat. Dada did it and excelled at it too. That made him the captain India always wanted.
He was the one who always rooted for youngsters being infused into the team, and played mentor to the core of Indian team of now; Zaheer khan, yuvraj singh, harbhajan singh and virendra sehwag; who bloomed under his support. India always has had the class, the flair, the talent; he gave us the confidence to stand up and ba counted. Coz dats what he has done all his life.
His most astonishing feat is his knack of surprising even his ardent supporters. Arun Lal former India opener and cricket expert said recently"When he was dropped from the Indian team after the chappell saga, even i dint expect him to come back, but the way he played in South africa he surprised everyboby me included"
And sourav must have said to himself OOPS! I did it again.
There were many controversies in his career too, right from the start to the ego clash with greg chappell, an uncomfortable stint under once deputy Rahul dravid, differences with Sachin, and talk of his selfish batting; but thats not what we are going to talk about here.Visibly the pain has now risen too high for him. After being overlooked from the Irani trophy side he has decided to call it a day. He has not been in the reckoning for the one day side for quite some time now; for reasons best known to selectors. I also wanted him to retire but when he is now, it has left a bad taste in my mouth. This certainly isnt the way his end was meant to come.

The most successful test captain India has ever seen, The prince of calcutta, the God of the off side; watever we may call him has finally hung up his boots. He taught India how to be fighters and winners. He is a youth icon for sure; whom we must look upto. Dada deserves a ROYAL FAREWELL may he get one.

Lets pray he plays with the same death defying audacity in his last series and bows out on a high.
ROCK ONN ....DADA.
We will miss you.
And thats the bottomline cuz the great one said so.

TAG---(sakshi....u r gonna pay)

(v) smoked a cigarette--> Yeah....it works wen 6-7 pegs are in...brings u back to senses..

() done some form of dope----- naaa...never will

( ) crashed a friend's car---- havnt..but wud be good fun....

( v) stolen a car--> nahi yaar but got my hot wheels stolen all the time..huh

(v) been in love -->Quite a few times ...actually...comes naturally to me..haha...

( v) been dumped-->Dont lyk this D word..but haan hav had broken relatonships..

() shoplifted---- this is interesting....wen i wz in 6-7 std. Big fun bubble gum had stickers within...i used to pick a handful each tym i went to muskaan bakery...widout even gettin caught..thats cooool

() been fired--- naa for that i'll havta get hired first...hehe

() been in a fist fight--- bachpan mein lotz of them.....in college as well...got my nose broken...

() sneaked out of your parent's house---- ummmm...errrr....naaaah .

(v) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back--> yeah yeah...all mu school tym crushes.....poor me...( :) )

( v) gone on a blind date--> DATES???? i dont lyk them...

(v) lied to a friend --> many many many timez...

( v) skipped school --> Dint need to bunk....left school wid due permission......principal held me in high regards.hoohahaha...

( ) seen someone die--- haan yaar...sadly......my dad's maternal uncle.....was a tough year for me....

(v) had a crush on one of your internet friends--> nahi yaar....lots of dem had crushes on me....

() been to Singapore .

( ) been to Mexico ( does the sender own hotels here?????)

(v) been on a plane --> NEVER...hav been inside one though....(wry smile)

(v) eaten sushi And felt pukish.----

( ) been skiing-snow or water

(v) met someone from the internet--> nahi yaar....cyborgs arent that advanced till date....

() been at a concert--- Not exactly.......but listened to vinod rathore sing from the far side of the fateh sagar...he was i n concert in a hotel on the other side...

() taken painkillers--- Haan yaar.....get hurt a lot...m a sportman after all

(v) love someone or miss someone right now--> yes....a kaddu...a shona...a motu..

(v) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by-->

() made a snow angel

(v) had a tea party--> nahi but had a lot of parties where tea wasnt on the menu..in fact...even food wasnt either...(:P)

(v) flown a kite --> Boo hoo boo hoo hu...nahin aati udaani...

(v) built a sand castle - waz 5 yrs old den

( ) gone puddle jumping--- even played in them

( ) played dress up--> Well left outside the off stump.

(v) jumped into a pile of leaves -->

( ) gone sledding

(v) cheated while playing a game --> To kya aise hi university captain ban gaya??

(v) been lonely --> Ma used to call me an IKALTORA...

(v) fallen asleep at work/school --> Nahi..had lot better things to do

() used a fake ID .

(v) watched the sun set --> always kept an eye on it...specially when my side had to bat second..in gully mohaalaa champions cricket..

() watched someone sleep-- MA...PA...motu(tabhi cute lagti hai) .

( v) felt an earthquake--> 3 days ago...was shivering real bad...malaria u see..

(v) slept beneath the stars --> Bundi my hometown...chhatt...garmi ki chhutti...chhidkaav...aha aha...mast neend

() been tickled-- lots f timez .

(v) been robbed --> still learning..

(v) been misunderstood --> I m rude u see...

() pet a reindeer/goat/kangaroo

(v) won a contest --> well almost..i m god's favourite runner up!!

( ) run a red light/stop sign--> he he he..

( ) been suspended from school--- who me???

( ) been in a car crash-- haan yaar fortunately nobody got hurt

( ) had braces--- needed to but dint

(v) felt like an outcast/third person--> naa i create my own crowd..

( v) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night--> PINT??? had a full family pack once..

(v) had deja vu--> OH my guts...they work quite well..

(v) danced in the moonlight --> not my kinda stuff...

(v) liked the way you looked --> Haan haan of course....m not tusshar kapoor u see!!!

( ) witnessed a crime --- does bribery, rash driving, rowdy behaviour count????

(v) questioned your heart --> yaar heart ki awaz ..i struggle to hear it..

() been obsessed with post- itna ki i dont post dem..hahaha...

(v) squished mud through your bare feet ;)--- mazza ata hai..yippeee

(v) been lost --> all the tym..in my mind's cob webs

( ) been on the opposite side of the country

(v) swam in the ocean --> ocean yes...snorkeling yes...swimming..no

(v) felt like dying --> ye post thodi aur hoti to......

(v) cried yourself to sleep --> I like sleeping..actually..

(v ) played cops and robbers--> yes....raja mantri chor sipahi....ding ding ding ding......

(v) recently colored with crayons--> umm colors huh......

() sang karaoke-- haan haan....kuchh na kaho and mere sapno ki rani...

.(v) paid for a meal with only coins --> haan haan...chhole kulche...12 coins delhi..connaught place...

(v) made prank phone calls --> nahi yaar but pranks on legitimate calls..yess..

(v) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose--> shut upp...

( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue

(v) danced in the rain --> bowling yes, dancing no...

(v ) a letter to Santa Claus--> ummmm..errrrrrr.....

( ) been kissed under the mistletoe..:D--- kisska TOE???

( ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about ..--- actually havnt seen the sunrise in a while

(v) blown bubbles-->

( ) made a bonfire on the beach

( ) crashed a party-- haan yaar...barged into an old friend's room..he was wid his..ahem ahem..

( ) gone roller skating

(v) had a wish come true--> Thoda aur vish karo..kyun amrit kyun nahin....

( ) jumped off a bridge-- haan SSB interview...burma bridge se...actually fell off

( ) ate dog/cat food

( ) told a complete stranger you loved them

(v) kissed a mirror-->

(v) sang in the shower-->In the shower, loo, class, exam hall, bus, train, bed, party, marriage, baraat, sangeet..u name it oh i forgot...even on stage sumtimes... :P

(v) had a dream that you married someone--> aishwarya, kareena, bipasha, shilpa, priyanka, all of dem..

(v) glued your hand to something--> cricket bat..batted for 4 hrz.hahaa

(v) kissed a photo--> yes!! yess!! yess!!

() climbed a water tower-- half way up...aage chhatta tha...madhumakkhi kaa

( ) screamed at the top of your lungs--- yess lord yess lord....howzzaattt.....pyar humein kiss mod pe le aaya....to name a few

( ) done a one-handed cartwheel

(v) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours--> I'll send u my mobile bills!!

() picked and ate an apple right off the tree-- apple, guava, anaar, angoor bhi

(v) climbed a tree --> amrood ka..nanaji k yahan..

( ) had a tree house

(v) been too scared to watch a scary movie alone--->

() believe in ghosts

( v) have more than 30 pairs of shoes --> is this for all the people i know???!.

() worn a really ugly outfit to school-- haan yaar i grew taller rapidly so my white pants...u knw

() gone streaking

() gone doorbell ditching

(v) been pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on-->

( ) told you're hot by a complete stranger-- HOT no..hot temperd yess

(v ) broken a bone--> Mine twice...batsmen's lot of timez( once got dropped cuz i knocked one of senior pro's finger off)

() been easily amused .-- i dont get amused..at all.

( ) caught a fish then ate it

() caught a butterfly .

(v) laughed so hard you cried--> yeah...um an absolute joker.

( ) cried so hard you laughed-- boyz dont cry...

(v) cheated on a test--> Engineering graduate..guess for urself...

(v) forgotten some one's name--> Haan yaar...short term memory loss...waise who tagged me bytheway???

( ) French braided some one's hair

() gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub/river

( ) been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house--> every time i came back afte having a fight..

(v) loved someone so much you would gladly die for THEM --> i will live and make them happy

( ) cheated on someone--> ummmm...nxt plz..

(v) talk to yourself when no one's around --> singing is better!!

() hate someone you once loved -- no...dont hate anyone for dat matter

( v) love someone you once hated--> see above...

(v) kissed the phone for the person on the other side ------>> hmm...

(v) kissed the person on the other side of the phone --->>>well....yyyyeeaaaah!!!.

chalo done and dusted..um happy its over....comment at ur own riffk....

The Rising.....from ashes

"Sach.. bohut hi ajeeb-o-gareeb hota hai yeh sach...aksar. Truth is stranger than fiction"
By now u wud have realised(That is only if u have gone through the agonizing pain of reading my last 3 posts) that i have a fetish for using BigB dialogues almost anywhere and everywhere. But this post is not about him, nor is it another masterclass in cricket(From a wannabe sports commentator..thats me.hehe) where we discuss whom to pick and whom not to( with our valuable thoughts obviusly bearing no fruit whatsoever).

Lets start by describing the circumstances i'm writing in, its 02:47 in the night and this is the first time in months that i'm writing something with pen and paper(except of course darkening bubbles in my Prac cat OMR sheets). Before today there have been numerous instances where I wished to add to my blog's repertoire but just cudnt put bat to ball( beg your pardon for this cricket hangover.....on second thoghts its sounds cool.huh) So today i just dint want this idea to go down the drains and get added to my circular linked list of 'cud have been' piece of writings.(The writer is a computer engineer...hehe)


What I intend to write today is about the rush of blood u get when u get things done against all odds(This post was earlier titled "The rush of blood"). Its about the frenzy or the kick u get out of coming back from the dead. And this is certainly more thrilling than what one gets out of bungee jumping, scuba diving, rash driving, jumping a redlite etc.(all the desi and videsi daredevils are expected to pardon me for this) For me prevailing against the odds is the most thrilling experience one can have.

I recently experienced this when a loved one of mine was kinda uh-huh with me. I was dying to talk and had 1000s of things to say. But just cudnt get thru. And after puttin in all the hard work and waiting and wailing and ailing,,, all seemed lost. Then out of absolute nowhere appears my angel. The rush of emotions that hit me the joy the satisfaction the penchant of jumping sky high , the zeal to puch the air and yell like shammi kapoor; all at once in a split second(If u do not get what i m saying..you are completely entitled to). This roller coaster ride of emotions brings tears to the eyes of the strongest men, invariably.


This is what rising from the ashes is all about, i hope all of u remember how dire the circumstances were in 70s and then rose one man, The angry young man of india, every common man connected to the rage and sheer pain in the eyes of this great messiah, and thats what made him the superstar of the century, ZANZEER was born and with it started the journey of a legend. Wud he have become the superstar of the millenium, had his first 10 odd flicks worked on the box office? Sholay Trishul Deewar, the list continued. And thus came of the power one gets out of being torn to pieces and bouncing back.
Another case in point Is the famous India VS Australia Kolkata test in 2001. Where india after being almost down and out came back to clinch the greatest test match victory ever. Where two young boys became men and plundered the aussie ataack to pieces and with it there false pride too. To experience such a thrill i guess India shud consider accepting follow ons will fully in all its matches, as it gets the best out of them.
There are many more names, Andre agassi, Martina Hingis, Sourav Ganguly, Amitabh bachchan,Abishek bachchan , Rahul Dravid....the list is endless.
And at this point of time i feel like one of them, thanx to my angel.
Was even i had come back to secure the best academician award at my 12 class farewell after failing twice in mathematics in final exams in 11th and !st terms in 12th, So i guess this isnt new to me. But i dint have a blog to vent my happiness back then.


Here is to top it off the greatest poem of all time.

AGNEEPATH

Vruksh ho bade bhale,
ho ghane ho bhale,
Ek Patra chhah bhi mang mat, mang mat, mang mat,
Agnipath, Agnipath Agnipath;

Tu na thamega kabhi tu na mudega kabhi tu na rukega kabhi,
Kar shapath, Kar shapath, Kar shapath,
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath.
Ye Mahan Drushya hain,
Chal raha Manushya hain,
Ashru, Sweth, Rakta se Latpath Latpath Latpath..
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath.

- Late Shri Harivansh Rai Bacchan



And dats the bottomline coz the great one said so.

Lets talk cricket..

Although the response to my blog has been little less than that of the bigB, but stilll i havnt lost hope and am writing for the second day in continuation.

Today i will be talking about a topic that i always have dreamt of. Cricket they say runs in my veins.Be it a discussion , friendly chat, analogies or even the group discussion of a reputed Bschool with my career at stake, I cannot abstain from bringing cricket* in.

But as time is passing i am getting restless with my own interest; especially in one day cricket; declining. The cause Too many one-dayers and of course Mahendra singh dhoni. People call him the youth icon but for me he aint no fit in the scheme of things, not as a captain atleast.
Anyway lets talk about the ongoing SA-ENG test match series. England being 1-0 down needed to do well today but their batting didnt hold up and day 1 ended with advantage to the visitors.
One things that perplexes me most is how in the holy hell can they call Andrew Flintoff a bowling allrounder and bat him at 7-8 ?? But thats english cricket for you folks. Complicating the incomplicated and even planning out how to unthink the thinkable.
But an even more important series is going on in the Emerald Island. Where the Indians will be looking forward to make amends in the second test starting tomorrow. Lets admit it, we screwd up big time in the first test. Nothing clicked. But its time to do what is right and play well. Personally i have never liked cricket in Sri lanka.. be it the inevitable rains, The always empty stands , the slow as a dodo wickets or the cricket bats looking like the batsmen forgot to knock them at all and the red ball looking as huge as a football.
Dont like the look of sri lankan cricket.
Again speculations have started about dropping Rahul Dravid from the test team( ALAS dont these people have anything else to do!!) or even selecting him as the wicket keeper.
Hope common sense prevails and Dravid shows these people once again Why he is my favourite cricketer.

And thats the bottomline coz the great one said so.
* Andy's Believe it or not
"Nisarg Mehta; in his first technical interview for a job in TechMahindra; was asked - What is the difference between a spinner's and medium pacer's front foot noball."

RIGHT OR WRONG ????

RIGHT OR WRONG ????

“Bhala bura hai bura bhala hai, khote par sab khara pala hai”
At every point in life everyone of us comes face to face with this question.
What is right and what is left..no I mean wrong. Every place, every time, every single breath that we take, in some way or the other is based on what we consider right. So basically its all about perception. Evey single human being wants to justify whatever he does. And there are not many people who accept that they are doing things the wrong way.To them whatever they do is right.
As Subash Nagre puts it….”Mujhe jo sahi lagta hai…main karta hun,
Chahe wo insane k khilaaf ho ya bhagwaan k khilaaf ho. Police kanoon ya fir poore system k khilaaf hi kyun na ho.”
What I am trying to portray is that all of us have a subhash Nagre within us….the extent as always, may differ. But on the whole we never ever compromise with what we think is right.
And That’s the bottomline coz the great one said so.

The truth...

“Sach… bohut hi ajeebo gareeb hota hai yeh sach….Aksar…

AKALP..ASAAMANYA…ADBHUT…kalpana se bhi vichitra hota hai ye sach …aksar.”

I cannot agree more to Gulzar’s saab’s this wonderful piece of writing. And when Amitji lends his voice to any piece of writing you are more or less bound to agree to it.

This is my first piece of blog ever so kindly bear with me if there are certain mistakes.

So lets talk about truth..what is truth??

First of all it may be a fact..like the sun rises in the east…..India has a population of over 100 crores…..and such things that u wud answer correct even when asked at 2 in the night.

Then there may be realities like..indian system is full of corrupt people…….We have a prime minister who is like a non playing captain…etc etc…which are open to debate but are more or less expexted to be correct.

Then comes the term belief…..For us whatever we believe in is the truth.

It can be related to the almighty too….like we say God is the ultimate truth…so it is a matter of belief, which can be true for some but not so for the others.

Now a very important aspect of todays society…we think whichever side the mandate is…the truth lies there.

Its like the AUDIENCE poll in KBC….where we tend to “Janta k saath jayenge…”

Now the point arises that does truth require a mandate??? Or it is eternal.

But what I personally believe is that truth does not need a crowd to approve of it.

On the other hand if some fact is authenticated by sheer public mandate it stands for scrutiny all the more. I am of the view that sach alaukik hai..it is divine…no human can be deemed fit to verify it..

So in future if you are believing some thing just because the people say so….STOP….and think.

And that’s the bottomline coz The great one said so.